Let me tell you a story. A story about not being good enough.
Well… three stories actually.
Story number 1
A classic sci-fi movie “Gattaca”
Vincent has dream.
He wants to fly to the stars, to Titan – one of Jupiter’s moons. In the world he lives that’s possible. But not for the ones like him. Vincent is in-Valid, his genome hasn’t been modified, his imperfection made him a pariah in a semi-divine society. With a 99% probability of developing heart disorder and vision defect his CV will designate him to be nothing more than a toilet cleaner. Vincent simply ain’t good enough for stars.
But he does not give a fuck.
He studies hard, and works even harder. He also makes a scam which allows him to slip through the recruitment process, based on DNA evaluation.
Soon enough he finds himself a step before those he once admired.
He is determined, and he does not give up his dream, no matter the circumstances.
Eventually, he flies to the stars.
But that’s just a movie.
Story number 2
Polish boxer – Adamek is a former junior heavyweight champion and former cruiser heavyweight champion.
He decides to go for the “kings” category – heavy weight. He trains hard, he pumps up his body, he rolls through several heavy weight stars, and eventually challenges the true champion.
The Big Bro – has dominated the ring for years, he is not only taller and heavier than the Polish challenger, but also more experienced. Experts do not leave Adamek any chance. Adamek simply – ain’t good enough for this fight.
But he does not give a fuck.
He stands up for the challenge, he takes his chance. Maybe – only such chance in his lifetime. Opportunity not only to defeat the unbeatable Doctor K.O but also to be the first boxer in history to collect belts from three different weight categories.,
And so Adamek faces the champion.
And get’s his ass kicked.
Now that’s not a movie, that’s life.
Story number 3
I am in the middle of the training. Let’s call it a “ballet” training.
Our coach wants to teach us something new, – how to react in a specific situation. He calls me, and tells me to lie down on my back.
Than he calls the others and asks them to surround me. Than he tells them to start kicking me. Over and over again.
And he waits.
It took me several enormously long seconds to realise what I have to do. I scream and swear, and I give back the punches and kicks. And I get the fuck up.
It is than, when we hear from the coach:
“In real life, you will be outnumbered.
They will be stronger, they will be better fighters, there will be 2 of them, there will be a crowd of them, they will have knife, they will have rod. You will be tired, you will be sick, you will be surprised, you will be already knocked on the ground.
They will kick you in the groin, they will step on your face.
But you will get up. And you will keep fighting.
You will keep on fighting bitch. And you will not give up.
This is true and only philosophy of our ballet classes”
Nice stories hmm?
Any lesson from those?
We will always find, someone better, prettier, more clever, more handsome or stronger to compete with us. We will always find the obstacles on our way too challenging for our poor resources.
But if we believe in something we simply shouldn’t give a fuck.
And we should push forward, no matter what the final outcome would be.
Just like the kid below.
Soundtrack: Ill Nino.
End of Log 5